Je Suis a Toi (Monsters in the Dark #3.5)(17)

And nothing could save her once that happened.

She looked so sexy, so innocent. Her naked back so creamy and virginal for a whipping.

A growl percolated in my chest.

I bit my lip to stop from making a sound. Once again, I stalked her, letting her walk right past me as I found what I wanted on the sideboard.

A pair of scissors.

I didn’t know what they were used for; the blades were tarnished and dull. But they’d do.

Creeping toward her again, I snipped a small hole in the side of her dress, running the sharp metal with a quick slice around her waistline.

She stiffened and whipped to the side.

I ducked beneath her arm, continuing the slice around her torso to the zipper at the back. With a final snip, the silky material separated from the half-undone bodice and cascaded to the floor.

“Oh, no—” Tess scrambled to keep her dress from fluttering into ruin, but she had to make a choice: let her braless chest be on display or fumble at the bottom where her garter belt and beige tights complimented the white knickers that left nothing to the imagination.

This time, I couldn’t hold back my groan.

The staff had gone to bed.

Our friends had vanished at my bequest.

We were alone.

But it didn’t mean the castle didn’t have eyes in the walls and ears in the curtains.

I wanted to f*ck my wife.

But I wanted to do it privately.

Stalking the small distance between us, I scooped her from the carpet and slung her over my shoulder. “Enough.”

“Q, wait—” She squirmed in my arms, her tiny fists on my lower back. “How did you move so soundlessly? I’ll never get used to it.”

I smiled ruefully. “The ability not to be heard comes in handy in most things.” I pinched her ass. “For parlor games and other reasons.” My trousers tented with my rock-hard erection. “I like watching you without you knowing I’m there.”

She trembled, prickling with energy.

My skin electrified with the thought of having her all to myself.

Just like I’d never played innocently with friends, I’d never played like this before.

Ruthless but loving.

Rough but fair.

My wife.

My equal.

I’d missed out on love and company in my life but now had so much more than I f*cking deserved.

A small cry escaped her lips as I carted her from the great hall. “What are you doing?”

“Claiming my prize.”

“Your prize?”

I bit her hipbone, sinking sharp teeth into feminine flesh. “You.”

She shuddered in my arms, flinching a little as I bit too hard. “Did you have to ruin my gown?”

“That gown was hiding what I needed to see.”

“Damn you, Q. I loved that dress.”

I spanked her ass. “And I love you.”

“Strange way of showing it. You wouldn’t have destroyed it if you’d known how much it cost.”

I chuckled. “You should know by now I don’t care about things like cost and expense.”

She pinched my lower back. “Well, you should.”

“Why?”

“Because you have to decide what I’m worth to you one day.”

Shaking my head, I took the castle steps two at a time and barged into our bedroom. Placing her on her feet, I shed any resemblance of a man and smiled with masked serenity and rabid severity.

My fingers shook as I undid the bow of her blindfold, returning her vision.

She blinked, lips parting.

“Oh, esclave. When will you understand? Nothing else matters and you could never be assigned a monetary figure.”

She breathed heavily as I wrapped my hand around her neck and slammed her against the wall. Her eyes darkened, pupils dilated, and her ruined dress shrugged off within seconds. “Why?”

“Because you, my dear wife, are absolutely f*cking priceless.”





THE NEXT DAY didn’t begin until noon.

After our drinking games and then Q’s wickedness and my multiple orgasms, we were slow getting out of bed.

When we finally did convene in the great hall for a full English breakfast and catch up on emails and conversation, we laughed and smiled with an air of holiday relaxation with all the time in the world.

It’d been so long since I’d been completely carefree—since I’d seen Q so…serene.

Organising this against his wishes had been a risk. I’d been worried sick about telling him. But it had paid off.

Hopefully, the rest of the weekend will go as well.

While the men took care of a little correspondence and business, the girls and I grabbed a few parasols and magazines and headed outside to the large sweeping gardens hidden behind stone walls.

For winter, the weather was kind. The sun shone bright and fierce, doing its best to hide the icy chill and encourage us to indulge in its brightness.

Claiming three of the six blue and white loungers already fluffed and prepared for us, we spent a wonderful few hours reading, sunning, and sipping on virgin daiquiris before we were joined (or more like interrupted) by our men.

Tomorrow was Q’s birthday, and today, I hadn’t planned a thing. I didn’t want to cram events and schedules into this getaway. That wasn’t what it was about. This was about unwinding and remembering how nice it was not to have anything to do.